So it has been suggested that our previous choice of venue for the NYC Meet-Up’s (Sparks, Keane’s) has unwittingly excluded our less well-heeled Primates. Being that thanks to the current economic climate our less well-heeled Primates is now all Primates, I suggest a more reasonable priced occasion.

So besides a relatively inexpensive venue, my only requirements are that they serve food of some nature and—most important—booze. I throw open the floor to suggetions.

Out on the Web, people assemble into verticals of self-interest. They often speak only to each other. They become an echo chamber of half-truths, sometimes outright lies, without any real data points coming in. And so you end up with a sort of mass of people talking to each other, no one has read anything. No one knows anything. They’re talking about something that someone else read that read that read that. And we end up in a meta-world.

Handles’s Messiah accepts with pleasure your kind invitation for Thursday, the fifth of February at Tonic, and looks forward to seeing the other participants.

Please also note that some of us are planning to meet-up with rock-star sabermetrician, Chris Dial, the following Tuesday night, the tenth of February.

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Out on the Web, people assemble into verticals of self-interest. They often speak only to each other. They become an echo chamber of half-truths, sometimes outright lies, without any real data points coming in. And so you end up with a sort of mass of people talking to each other, no one has read anything. No one knows anything. They’re talking about something that someone else read that read that read that. And we end up in a meta-world.

Handles’s Messiah accepts with pleasure your kind invitation for Thursday, the fifth of February at Tonic, and looks forward to seeing the other participants.

Please also note that some of us are planning to meet-up with rock-star sabermetrician, Chris Dial, the following Tuesday night, the tenth of February.

Make sure he doesn’t show you his tattoo.

I’ve seen it. It is real, and it is spectacular. If you closely observe the picture of it, you will see stitches in the vicinity that faintly resemble those on a baseball. The man is pure horsehide.

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Out on the Web, people assemble into verticals of self-interest. They often speak only to each other. They become an echo chamber of half-truths, sometimes outright lies, without any real data points coming in. And so you end up with a sort of mass of people talking to each other, no one has read anything. No one knows anything. They’re talking about something that someone else read that read that read that. And we end up in a meta-world.